When he wakes, Crocodile never puts effort into remembering his dreams. He has them, often more nightmare than dream, but he’s quick to forget them in pursuit of whatever his tasks for the day were. The day he wakes up after having a wet dream about you, he works hard to burn it into his memory, not wanting to forget even a moment of it, the sight of you and sound of your voice. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t real, he refused to forget it.
When he continued with his morning into the shower, he was reluctant to touch himself, it was long since beneath him. He does it anyway, panting as he leaned his forehead against the cool tile wall, working himself hard and fast until he coats the wall in cum, barely avoiding moaning your name as he did it. In that moment, his plans for the day changed to centre around you. He was going to recreate that dream if it was the last thing he did.
Mihawk
Considering how little he sleeps, Mihawk has dreams incredibly rarely. He sleeps so lightly, unable to dream in that state. Mihawk also isn’t repressed by any measure, but he doesn’t often pursue physical intimacy as he has little need to do so, and very little interest in the people around him. So, that being said, if he were to have a wet dream about you he’d be incredibly surprised. It’s been many years since he’d had any sort of wet dream, which leaves him feeling like a foolish teenager again.
That doesn’t stop him taking his cock in hand to work it lazily, visions of you flitting over his eyelids. It isn’t often he does something like that, certainly not on the open ocean where anyone could see, but he didn’t even think twice as he pushed his trousers down to have proper access. He could still hear your voice in his mind, moaning his name.
Safe to say, he rushes home.
Buggy
His sheets are already damp when he wakes up, but he isn’t embarassed no - Buggy dreams of you often, and more than once he’d woken up to find he wasn’t just leaking but he’d already cum in his sleep. He took his cock in hand to hurriedly finish himself off, hips rutting wildly upward, already beyond desperate. It doesn’t take long for him to be cumming in his pants, not having bothered to pull them down to touch himself.
After cleaning up, Buggy sets on his way to find you. Calmer, less needy, but still eager to recreate what he saw with you for real. He’s sure you won’t refuse, after all, you never had before.
Shanks
It happens to Shanks for the first time when he’s napping on the beach of an island they’d docked at to restock. He only wakes up, very rudely interrupted just as he was about to watch you cum, because some of the guys are whistling at him. He doesn’t realise why at first, until the wind changes directions and he realises his pants are damp. He’s rock hard, a small wet patch where his tip was weeping just a little. He laughed along with the guys at his own expense, and headed back to the ship to change his pants.
Naturally, on his way there, he found you and hauled you over his shoulder to take you with him because no way was he going to head back to the ship hard and dripping without fucking you within an inch of your life. Then he could change his pants.
Beckman
If there’s anyone that absolutely owns it, it’s Beck. He wakes up and takes a moment to adjust to being awake again, blinking away the sleep in his eyes before he simply throws his legs over the side of the bed to get up and find you. He doesn’t waste time touching himself, or anything else, just finds the source of all his issues. Your moans still ring in his ears as he roams the ship, flashes of images of you in various places on his travels. He’s bent you over just about every surface on the ship in real life, as well as his dreams.
It doesn’t happen infrequently, Beck snatching you up while you’re in the middle of a task to have his filthy way with you, but after he’s had a wet dream about you he’s particularly rough. He’ll bend you over the first surface he can find that’s semi-private and pound you until he’s happy. Of course, he won’t neglect your needs - he’s a considerate lover.
Hongo
Unlike most of his crew, Hongo is more patient. He’ll let his desire subside, and get on with his day as intended. He has an important job as crew doctor after all. But, once the sun begins to set and he’s done for the day, Hongo starts his plan. He sets up everything he needs to recreate the dream he had, then spends dinner whispering it in your ear, just a little bit at a time. Driving you both wild, knowing what was coming once the meal was over. He spares no detail, uncaring of who overhears, though most crew members know better than to listen in on what he whispers to you by now.
Then, he does precisely as he promised, he takes you apart bit by bit, driving you both to ecstasy more than once, all in the name of making his dreams a reality. That’s the point of being a pirate, after all.
One Piece DILFs and cockwarming headcanons
Feat. Crocodile, Mihawk, Buggy, Shanks, Benn and Hongo
Tags/Warnings: GN!Reader, no y/n used, smut, teasing, punishments (Croc), exhibitionism (Benn)
Word Count: 151/154/152/165/168/177
Notes: I have plans to do more of these, with other characters too so if you have any particular characters that you'd like to see, let me know
One of his favourites while he’s doing particularly boring paperwork, espeically if you’ve been needy. He has work to do and you both know it, but that doesn’t always ensure that he’s left alone. Sometimes you just want his attention, and that’s what you’ll get while he works his large cock inside you, and then he’ll neglect you entirely until he’s finished. It doesn’t matter how close or far from finishing his work he is when you ask, you will sit there until he’s done.
Crocodile won’t stop you moving, or trying to work him to orgasm, or yourself, he just keeps track of it all. For every movement, every moan, every plea, your punishment worsens. You know this, but that doesn’t mean it stops you. Eventually, he invested in a clicker, just something small but it makes an audible sound each time it’s used, a reminder of the threat looming in your future.
Mihawk
After prolonged periods of being away, there’s nothing Mihawk wants more than to keep you close, so of course it was only a matter of time before it became a habit. If he even went to the extent of going to buy a den den for you to keep at home just so he could call ahead of arriving so you could be prepped for him, well that was his business and his alone.
Mihawk is an incredibly patient man, so he can sit with you enveloping his cock for hours at a time, with little more than a hand on your hip to keep you still, preventing you from teasing him or getting yourself off. After all, it’d be no fun if it ended too quickly. No, he takes his time, and only when he is satisfied do you get any sort of release, no matter how much you beg.
Buggy
It’s rare that Buggy has the restraint required for something like cock warming, at least if he’s in charge. No, it’s far more likely to be successful if you physically take his cock elsewhere. But, when he is there, Buggy does try his best. He’s not got much of a cruel streak when it comes to punishing himself, so despite his best efforts, he never manages to keep you there long before he’s pounding into you instead.
When you’re left to your own devices with his detached cock though, that’s where the fun starts. You can use him freely with no idea where he is, or what you’re potentially interrupting. The fun is for you rather than him, but that’s how you both like it. He just wants to give you everything, his greatest treasure, and you like watching him struggle not to moan as you service his cock from a distance.
Shanks
Shanks like cockwarming before bed. On a night where you’re both going to bed mostly sober, he likes to rest your restraint by sitting you on his cock then striking up a normal conversation. He’ll talk about absolutely anything except the fact that he’s inside you, just to see how long it takes before you’re squirming, then whining, and then begging for him to fuck you. There’s just something about seeing you desperate that he really enjoys. Occasionally, it’s Shanks that will break first, particularly if he had a rough day before that moment.
Then, he’ll make you do the work. Shanks wants to see just how needy you really are, whether after all his teasing you’ll also ride him until you cum, coating him with your release, or if your limit is reached and you’ll beg until he turns you over and fucks you himself. It’s an equal balance between the two usually, since it really depends on the day you had before that.
Beckman
With a bit of an exhibitionist streak, Benn likes to cockwarm around the others. He’ll make sure you’re first to the main deck if he knows there’ll be a party later, or just a lot of drinking, and sit you there on his cock. If you want to move then that’s on you, but you’re far more likely to break than him, and it’s up to you if you want the others to realise what you’re doing.
He’ll have entirely normal conversation with the people around him, even as you’re clenching down around him in an attempt to make him show any sign of what you’re doing. Half the time, the crew already knows, they know the sort of man that Benn is after all. But that doesn’t stop him, or you, because the thrill of actually being caught is too great. Plus you don’t do it every time, so at any given moment the crew can’t be sure what you’re up to. Benn likes it like that.
Hongo
Some doctors probably prefer to keep their medbay free of shennaigans, but not Hongo. If you’re doing to do any cockwarming, Hongo will do it while rewriting appointment notes into the proper format for file keeping, or while he writes out a list for the supply run of things he needs to restock. He always makes sure to be prepared ahead of your arrival, creating work for himself so that when you arrive, he can sit you in his lap and leave you there.
More than once you’ve fallen asleep like that, head tucked into the crook of Hongo’s neck. While it is, of course, absolutely a sex thing, it’s also something you both take great comfort in. The familiarity and soothing nature of being close is something you value, which is why you so often do it in the medbay. That’s Hongo’s space, an area he has total control over, and therefore the best environment for you both to let go and relax a little, holding each other - he just also happens to be inside you.
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Summary: Choso does your laundry as he promised he would, and takes a little trophy for himself.
Tags/Warnings: Choso/GN!Reader, pervert!Choso, roommate!reader, underwear theft, underwear sniffing, masturbation, Choso is still noisy, shame kink, using underwear to masturbate, pillow humping
Word Count: 1,468
Choso tried his best to be a good roommate, so of course he agreed to do your laundry for you. Why wouldn’t he? That and, of course, it gave him access to your underwear. He had a thing for you, it was hard not to and he had for the entire time that you’d lived together. Not that he would tell you that, he couldn’t seem to pluck up the courage to do it, and then if he did he might have to admit all the things he’d done.
Like this.
Adding your clothes to the washing machine and setting it to go, but keeping one pair of your dirty underwear for himself.
He couldn’t explain what had compelled him, he’d just particularly liked one pair and shoved it in his pocket without a second thought, and next thing he knew the machine was on and he still had the fabric bunched up there. So, he silently took it back to his room and shoved it into his own nightstand where it remained for a few days after that, all while a rock of guilt sat deep in his gut for it. What was wrong with him? He knew it was wrong, that he shouldn’t do it. Yet he didn’t return them.
It was an afternoon where you had work that he finally dug them out again. He’d just wanted to look at them a little, he hadn’t really been intending to do anything with them. Maybe he’d finally wash them with a load of his own laundry and make up a lie about them getting mixed up. But by then the little voice in his head that compelled him to do things he shouldn’t when it came to you was whispering in the back of his mind. He lifted them to his nose and inhaled your scent deeply, and he couldn’t help groaning, his half hard cock twitching with interest. Choso hadn’t even realised this was something he’d enjoy until that moment - but then, maybe it was just that it was your scent on the fabric, he just enjoyed you.
If he had more restraint, maybe he would’ve put them back into his drawer or just returned them to your room where they belonged, but Choso wasn’t that good of a man. Instead, he flopped back onto his bed, legs still leaning over the side and draped your underwear over his face. He breathed deeply as he pushed his hand roughly beneath his waistband, fisting his now fully hard cock roughly. He didn’t deserve to be gentle. The precum that leaked spurted from his tip was lube enough, and if he didn’t feel dirty enough already then how wet he was from doing it only added to that. He worked his length hard and fast, his free hand rising to rest over his face, only pressing the fabric of your underwear closer to his nose. He couldn’t help moaning, practically whining really as he bucked up into his fist, desperately breathing in your scent to work him towards the edge.
“Ahh- .. shit..” He couldn’t help cursing, the mental image of you spread in front of him forming in his mind. It was easy to picture with the pure scent of you right there in his nose. You laying on his sheets, thighs spread to reveal where you were most sensitive, and his face pressed into the patch of hair there just to breathe you in, his tongue working slowly to taste you too. Lost in the picture, his tongue really did slip from between his lips, licking the fabric of your underwear, wishing that your taste lingered there in the fibres too.
“Please-” The word released without his permission, less a word and more a breath. He pressed his hand harder into his face just to shove your underwear closer, pulling the fabric between his lips to suck on it in the spot where you must’ve leaked just a little, imagining that your flavour was still there for him to taste. He was embarassingly close already, but the entire experience was plenty embarassing anyway so it only drove him closer and closer to that ecstasy he craved. He hurriedly shoved down his pants slightly further, just as his orgasm hit. Choso’s breaths turned ragged, a choked moan ripping from his throat as it crashed into him like a wave, cum squirting all up his stomach and almost to his chest, white dripping idly over his abs.
“.. fuck.” He muttered, tossing your underwear hurriedly aside to clean himself up. He shoved them back into his drawer, not wanting to think about it anymore, and went to take a shower.
The pair of underwear remained in his drawer for another several days after that. Choso kept telling himself that he needed to return it, but could never quite find the will to do so. Some part of him just wasn’t done with them quite yet. So when you announced one evening that you were headed out with friends since you had a night out, and had joked about finding someone to hook up with, Choso knew what he needed to do.
Truly there was no point in lying to himself, so the moment you were gone he rushed to his bedroom and threw open the drawer he’d stuffed your underwear into and tugged them out. There was no sense in feeling ashamed at this point. He dropped heavily onto his bed and stripped down to nothing, cock already hard and dripping in preparation for what he was about to do. He’d wash them after this, and return them. He just needed this one thing, just once. One time, he promised himself.
With a shuddering breath, Choso wrapped a hand around his lengh, with your underwear in hand. He just couldn’t help himself any longer. The fabric was slightly rough against his tip and it felt like heaven when he was already so sensitive, his precum soaking in to make the slide just slightly easier, make the fabric warmer as it slowly slid along his hardness. He bit down hard on his lip, panting softly as he worked his length. Already it was so much dirtier than the time before, touching the fabric of your underwear with his own cock. Yet it wasn’t enough. For a hazy moment Choso had half a moment to call you, but he squashed that quickly. No, there had to be something else, something that would satisfy that need.
It came to him as he squeezed the base of his cock, attempting to sharpen his focus. He stumbled up onto his knees, ass up, and pulled your underwear onto his own body. It was quite possibly the dirtiest thing he’d done. It was second nature to crawl up the bed after that, shoving a pillow between his legs as he pushed his face into another. After all, there was no sense in shoving his hand into the underwear he’d stolen to touch his cock, that would ignore the purpose of putting them on. No, he needed to grind against something until he came inside them.
His sounds came out reedy and strained, fingers digging into the cover of the pillow his face was shoved into, and distantly he was glad he hadn’t been wearing makeup when he started or undoubtedly eyeliner would’ve ended up smeared over the pillowcase. Though, somehow the proof of what he’d done lingering on his pillows had its own unique appeal. It was easy to lose himself in the moving of his hips, seeking and needy against the pillow pressed tight between his thighs. With his eyes closed and pressed into the pillow, he could almost imagine that it was your thigh beneath him, soft and waiting, could imagine your fingers in his hair and the sound of your voice from that call. ‘I need you’, you’d said, even if it was for entirely different reasons to this it echoed in his mind, haunting him every time he even considered touching himself. He didn’t need to hear it again for the sound to be burned into his mind, helping him chase the pleasure mounting inside him.
Normally he’d have lasted longer, he swears, but fuck with the image of riding your thigh in mind, knowing he was about to dirty your underwear instead of his own - he never stood a chance. In fact, it was almost embarassingly quick, and wasn’t that half the fun? He came with a strained whine of your name, painted nails almost tearing the pillowcase as he gripped, it hips stuttering until it hurt, and even then he kept rutting for just a little longer to clutch onto the fantasy he’d created.
He made sure to do a load of laundry that night, with your underwear included.
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Synopsis: Koby has never kissed anyone, and neither have you, you figure you probably both need some practice
Tags/Warnings: Koby/GN!Reader, reader genitals unspecified, first kiss, innocence, grinding, making out, flirting, premature ejaculation, teasing, friendly banter
Word count: 1479
Notes: I challenged myself to write more for characters I've written before only once, and Koby was first up
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You'd met Koby when he joined the marines as a recruit, having been in Garp's unit at the time, when he came with his friend Helmeppo and began to train. It had been funny to watch how hard Garp pushed them, and you knew he must've saw something in them, or in Koby, that he hadn't seen in a recruit in a long while. He didn't see it in you either, but that was just fine, you didn't need to be anyone special.
The two of you had become fast friends. He was sweet and gentle, but determined. He had a dream and he was going to achieve it, even if it killed him. You couldn't help admiring that part of him. You had a front row seat to his transformation, from the small scrawny boy you'd first met, to Marine Hero. You were just happy to be along for the ride.
It was a quiet evening on Garp's ship, the two of you were sitting in a communal area that was otherwise empty, most people either still eating or getting ready to head to sleep for the night. Koby liked to get some quiet time for himself before he slept, and you appreciated the feeling of peace he brought to any space that he was in.
"Hey," he said, and you looked up to show that he had your attention, "have you ever kissed someone?" He then asked, and that was quite possibly the very last thing you'd been expecting him to say. You were caught though, because you hadn't. You were so busy, and there was very few people in your unit that you'd even consider kissing.
"It's okay if you haven't," he hurried to say, a little louder than necessary, "I uh- I haven't. Kissed anyone." Koby finished, and for a moment he couldn't look at you, eyes darting nervously around the room but never focusing on you.
"Uh, I haven't either." You said with a small shrug, looking back down at the book that you'd been reading, though you could feel it as Koby's eyes suddenly snapped to focus solely on you.
"Really?" He asked, and you weren't sure exactly how you were meant to respond to that.
"What does that mean?" You asked, finally looking up and meeting his eyes. It was Koby, so you weren't exactly sure what you were expecting to find, but he looked curious, confused even.
"I don't know I guess I just thought, you're cute, you probably get attention from people."
"Oh. Well, I do. I'm just busy, and I don't wanna kiss any of the guys out there. They're all pigs." You rolled your eyes as you laughed, and though Koby would never verbally agree with you, he did laugh along.
"That makes sense I guess."
"So, you think I'm cute?" You gently teased after a moment silence, and Koby groaned and covered his face, flustered in the face of his words being turned against him.
"I mean, yeah. You're my best friend, other than Helmeppo, I've seen all the cute stuff you do." He replied, awkward and nervous, but his words warmed your heart, making it flutter just a little. You decided that was enough teasing, and let him calm down before you asked your next question, though you missed the pink of his cheeks.
"Why do you ask? About kissing, I mean."
"Some of the others were talking about it earlier, kissing and meeting people when we dock and it just got me thinking. Like, what if I'm bad at it, you know? What if we dock and I meet someone I like and I kiss them and.. I'm bad at it. That'd be so embarrassing." He confessed, hand raising to rub the back of his neck, once again unable to meet your eyes.
"And what? You wanna practice?" You joked easily, turning your gaze back to your book, sure that Koby would just laugh and the two of you would move on. But he didn't laugh, and you could feel his intent gaze on you. When you looked up at him, his eyes were slightly wide, assessing your face as if to determine how real your offer was.
"I mean- would you? With me?" There was a just a beat that passed between you, something people may call a pregnant pause, before you spoke again. After all, the situation was delicate and you had to account for that when you spoke.
"Better than anyone else in this shit hole." You said and immediately knew that wasn't quite the right way to respond, and yet Koby was interested anyway.
As you marked your page and set your book aside, Koby pushed away from the table he was sitting at and stood, shuffling his way over to the sofa where you'd been lounging previously but now sat upright.
"Really? Not that I doubt you I just.. want you to be sure that you're sure." You smiled, a warm and bright thing, and if you'd been looking you may have noticed Koby’s shoulders relax in response. Instead, your eyes were focused on his smile, more nervous, like he might change his mind at any moment.
"Are you?" You asked, a light teasing lilt in your voice.
"Yeah. Just. Nervous." He admitted, his awkward laugh endearing and only serving to make you smile wider.
You'd read enough to know how this next part worked. You reached up to cup Koby's cheeks in your hands, then guided him toward you slowly. You stopped just an inch before your lips touched, about to ask again if he was sure, and then he was surging forward to kiss you. His lips were soft and warm, pressed gently against yours. You didn't doubt that it was clumsy, but you had nothing to compare against, so to you it just felt like bliss.
There was a brief moment after that first kiss where the two of you separated to catch your breath, looking at the other as you processed what had just happened. Then, the two of you couldn't stop. You pushed Koby backward against the back of the sofa and hauled yourself up into his lap, kissing him deeper. You had no idea what you were doing, you just knew what felt good, and being able to feel his strong chest beneath your hands while your lips moved together felt really good.
The first time it happened, you didn't realise, thought maybe he was adjusting or attempting to shift you slightly in his lap to be more comfortable. Then it happened again, and this time you felt the press of something hard in his trousers against you. You didn’t think about what to do next, you did it on pure instinct, grinding down against him in return. Koby’s moan was audible even with his lips on yours, his hands tightening slightly around your hips. Neither of you stopped, or checked in again, you just kept going. The kissing was addictive, and if you’d had the capacity to think about anything other than his body on yours, maybe you’d have wondered how you had waited so long to do it.
His length felt good against you, thick and hard, and as you adjusted your hips slightly he began to grind directly against you. Quickly, you were both growing far too loud for a public space, but you were too lost in the moment to care. Your fingers tangled in Koby’s hair, his glasses knocked off and forgotten, your shirt untucked so he could lightly touch your skin, almost reverent with it. Koby’s hips stuttered again, only encouraging you more, until suddenly he made a slightly different sound, his breath catching in his throat. You felt as his trousers grew damp, and realised what had happened. You were trapped between fond amusement and lust, but made sure to contain any laughter, lest you upset or embarrass him anymore than he already was.
“I- I’m so sorry!” He said once he’d caught his breath, face a deep shade of red. You kissed him again, even as Koby floundered.
“I’m flattered.” You lightly teased, as if you also hadn’t been moments from cumming just like that.
“Stop please don’t tease! I’m so embarrassed.” He whined. You carefully brushed some hair from his face and kissed him again.
“If it helps, I wasn’t far from joining you.” Koby’s eyes widened, and you felt his cock give a valiant twitch beneath you.
“Then.. do you want to.. continue?” He sounded out of breath as he suggested, like he was winded just by the suggestion, but not so much that it prevented him from offering.
“Yes please.” You whispered with an eager nod, and your lips were on his again.
After all, you needed to be sure you were doing it right, and you’d only get better with practice.
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Synopsis: After Gris almost died, you have a newfound need to bring him closer
Tags/Warnings: Gris/GN!Reader, unspecified genitals, smut, virginity loss, soft sex, praise, overstimulation, dirty talk, cream pie
Word Count: 2,424
Gris was one of the sweetest men you’d ever met, and certainly the sweetest man you had regular contact with. He was kind to everyone, with soft words and careful hands, helping and guiding all his friends toward success. He was the type of guy everyone wanted, but they all lost, because he wanted you. You were blessed, really. You’d been together for quite a while, but given how often he was out and about fighting trash beasts you weren’t able to spend much time together. You were based at HQ for the most part, in the medical bay, and so when he came home on the brink of death you were inconsolable. He was healed up in no time, of course, but the idea that if he’d come home any later that you may have lost him.. it was a lot.
That night, when he was finally back in your shared bed and in your arms, you had something to ask of him.
“Gris?” You said softly from where your head rested on his chest, just over his heart so you could hear it beating steadily, your own heart thudding in sync.
“Yeah?” He asked, hand stroking over your back slowly, up and down in a soothing motion. He was the one who’d almost died and yet there he was, doing everything he could to make sure you felt better.
“I want.. I want to have sex.” You admitted, voice soft, only audible because the room around you was so quiet. Gris paused, stock still for a moment, considering your words. He hummed, and with gentle hands pulled you closer until you were fully on top of him, knees either side of his hips.
“Yeah? Do you, or are you still just a little overwhelmed?” He asked, not judgemental or doubtful, just comforting. He wanted to be sure that you were making the right choice for you given how long you’d waited to have sex with anyone.
“I do. I want to feel close to you, and this is how I want to do it.” You said. Gris looked at you for a long moment, into your eyes, like he could find something there nobody else would be able to.
“Only if you’re very sure.” He said, and you just nodded, hesitantly grinding backward against his crotch.
The two of you had gotten pretty hot and heavy in the past, but never gone all the way, so you weren’t exactly innocent. He’d fingered you once, and if he’d not been called out to a job you were sure you’d have lost your virginity that day, as good as it felt to have his fingers inside you. When the days were dragging on and you had no work to do, you’d found your mind drifting back to that day often, fantasising about what could’ve happened next. Your thoughts were cut off by a large, gentle hand pulling you down by the back of your neck, until your lips were pressed against Gris’. His kisses were always warm, soft, they felt like home and always had.
“Go ahead, darlin’. Take it off for me, I’ll make you feel good.” He said, voice lower than usual, which made you shiver. You nodded and sat back to remove your shirt, leaving behind just your underwear. You shifted so you could pull them off and toss them aside, leaving you entirely bare, and covered in goosebumps from the cool air. Gris followed your example, sitting up as he did, then pushed you down flat on your back so he could kneel between your spread legs.
“You just relax.” He said, and you were powerelss to do anything but what he’d asked. So, you did, taking a deep breath, then exhaling all your worries.
Gris leaned down, large hands that often distracted you wrapping around your hips to keep them on the bed, then before you could process what was happening, his tongue was circling your hole. He had to get you wet somehow so he could work you open for his cock, and rather than attempting to find some sort of lube, he was going to do it the old fashioned way. His tongue was incredible, and in no time your back was arching and your eyes rolling back from the pleasure. Where you were inexperienced and unknowing, Gris was clearly well practised, and while others might be jealous of that, you were happy to take advantage of it to feel good. You reached down to tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as your hole clenched around his tongue. While one hand remained where it was, the other trailed upward slightly to press down on your abdomen, keeping you firmly on the bed, preventing you from running away from him as he ate you like a starved man.
“Been dreaming about this, darlin’.” He admitted, his breath warm but feeling cool against your wet skin. You shivered, attempting to grind down on his tongue which only served to make him chuckle. But he didn’t deny you for long, quick to dive back in to make you feel good all over again. Of course you knew people could cum from oral sex, you were no fool and you were a medical professional, but somehow you’d not expected that to be Gris’ goal. Apparently it was, as he simply kept going. He added one finger, then another, stretching you out as he continued to use his tongue on you, making you moan and attempt to writhe. You felt your orgasm begin to build as he scissored two fingers inside you, tongue flicking between them against your walls.
“Go on, I know you’re close. Let me taste you.” He urged, and that was the final straw, making you cum hard. Gris didn’t stop what he was doing, though he did slow down, allowing you time to recover. He licked up every drop of your release, then up your body to your mouth, kissing and nipping the skin along the way.
“Gris..” You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then leaned in to kiss you again. Before it had been gentle, soothing, but now it was rough and messy, desperate. He needed you just as much as you did him. He lined himself up with your hole without stopping kissing you. You knew he was big, but shit he felt even bigger pressed against you like that. You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the base of his skull.
“Shit darlin’, you look so good like this.” He mumbled, voice thick and husky. Before you could reply he was slowly pressing into you, lips pressed against the side of your neck. You could feel his heavy breaths against your skin between wet kisses, like he couldn’t focus properly on what he was doing because of the pleasure that came from being inside you. Even though he’d spent time working you open with his fingers and tongue, working you to an orgasm before he brought his cock anywhere near you, it was a stretch to fit him, one that had your fingernails digging into his back and scalp, and heels digging into the flesh of his ass. Finally, he was all the way inside you, his hips flush with your ass, and he stopped there to let you adjust.
“Fuck Gris you’re so big.” You moaned, pulling your lower lip between your teeth to quieten yourself. A surprisingly rough hand took hold of your face and pulled your lip out from your mouth, the pad of Gris’ thumb holding it there.
“Don’t you dare. I’ve been- fuck- waiting so long to make you feel good like this. Don’t stop me hearing how pretty you sound.” He part pleaded and part demanded. You nodded quickly, resisting the urge to immediately do it again, as a response to being flustered rather than in an attempt to muffle yourself. He smiled warmly, and kissed you again.
“Thank you darlin’.” And then with that he began to slowly pull out of you, until only the tip remained inside. Even that felt huge inside you, in a way you couldn’t have imagined until that moment.
“Gris please don’t tease. I need to feel you.” You said, leaning up to press your forehead against his. He softly laughed, the sound warm and soothing.
“Okay, don’t worry. I’ll fuck you nice and slow, let you feel every inch.” He promised, but for some reason, the words didn’t soothe you - instead, they filled you with a twisted combination of dread and excitement. He made good on his promise though, pushing back into you until he was fully sheathed again, and that was how his rhythm started. Painfully slow. You understood then what he’d meant, and it wasn’t enough. It couldn’t be enough unless your every sense was entirely taken over by him, but despite your frustration, the pleasure was enough to overwhelm your inexperienced body, robbing your words from you. You moaned and writhed, bucking to meet his thrusts in an attempt to encourage him to give you more.
“Shh, it’s okay. I know what you need. Trust me.” He urged, soothing circles rubbed into your hip where his hand gripped tightly, his leverage to thrust into you. You whined your frustration, but didn’t attempt to stop him. Gris knew more than you, right? So you had no reason not to trust him, to not believe that he was going to make you feel good again. So even as his slow, gentle pace drove you insane, you moaned his name quietly, trusting that he’d bring you pleasure all over again.
It was painstaking, laying there and allowing him to work your body so slowly. The pleasure was torturous, but it was pleasure all the same. You’d protested again since the first time, but each time Gris had promised that he’d make it worth your while. It had been almost an hour since he’d started fucking you, still pressing kisses and whispering praises against your skin.
“You feel so good darlin’. M’sorry it’s taking so long. Just couldn’t resist, needed to savour the feel of you.” He murmured against your lips, kissing you again.
“Gris please-,” you whined again, “just wanna feel you fuck me properly.” He exhaled deeply, breath shaky.
“But you’re nearly there, c’mon. Let me show you.” He asked, and again, as you had every other time before, you nodded and allowed it. You trusted him with your life, and so you trusted him with your orgasm.
It took you by surprise how right he was when, finally, he added just a little extra pleasure with his hand on you, slipped between your bodies stroking you just right. He moved with expertise, like he’d already learned every inch of your body and just how to make you feel good. It was like he’d suddenly lit up every nerve in your body, and a few final thrusts brought your orgasm crashing into you before you’d even realised what was happening. You’d never cum so hard before, and you were overstimulated near instantly, after your pleasure being drawn out for so long. You were panting softly, and Gris was looking down at you with adoration in his eyes. He pulled out, still achingly hard, but it took you a few seconds to realise that was what he’d done.
“What- what about you?” You asked softly, easily drawn into a gentle kiss.
“This was about you.” He replied, wiping some sweat from your forehead.
“But I want- I told you. Want to feel you Gris.” You said, pouting just a little.
“An hour of me balls deep inside you wasn’t enough? Greedy thing.” He accused, brows raised slightly.
“I- that’s not what I mean. Don’t make me say it.”
“Say what?” You knew he was fully aware of what you were asking for, and yet he was apparently going to force you to say it aloud.
“Please Gris.” You pleaded a final time, hoping he’d take pity on you.
“Say it darlin’. Tell me what you want.” He whispered against your ear. Your hole clenched around nothing, making you whine softly. You needed more, needed to feel him properly.
“Want you to cum inside me, Gris. Please. Please I just- please.” You didn’t have the proper words, your face heated up to your ears, fingers clenching then releasing the sheets beneath you nervously.
Though he was expecting it, actually hearing you say the words practically knocked the air out of Gris’ lungs, and you watched as his pupils dilated. He was between your legs again in an instant, pushing back inside you with a groan.
“So damn tight darlin’.” Gone was the vision of him being put together and unaffected, and in its place was the reality. Gris was so gone on you, and spending so long inside you, so restrained, had done a number on him too. It wouldn’t take long for him to cum, and you were glad, because you were already beyond tired. But you couldn’t rest until you’d had what you needed.
This time, he sped up quickly, finding a rhythm that suited you both. He fucked into you with his primary focus on his own pleasure, raspy breath muttering praises against your skin.
“Thank you, fuck- oh darlin’ you feel so good. So good to me, letting me fuck you like this.” It quickly stopped making sense, but that didn’t stop it sounding just as good, making you needy all over again. If given the opportunity, you were sure he could talk you into an orgasm without too much effort.
“Say it again- ah-. Let me hear you, please.” He panted, hips starting to falter as he drew closer to his own orgasm. Your nails dragged up his back, barely able to speak anymore, but you mustered up just enough strength to help your lover along.
“Gris- ple- please! Want you to- to fill me up. Pleasepleaseple- please. Cum inside me.” And with a final hard thrust Gris was cumming, filling your hole with his seed. His chest rose and fall quickly as he panted, forehead pressed against your shoulder. You calmed down together, his fingers absently rubbing over your skin, like he couldn’t help himself.
“Thank you, darlin’. You’re so good to me.” He finally said, leaning up to kiss you gently, and you melted into it with ease. Yeah, you’d be doing that again. Often.
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Synopsis: Sanji has been keeping something a secret, and after the timeskip, things are revealed by accident, which leads to you climbing into his bed
Tags/Warnings: Sanji/M!Reader, no Y/N used, not beta read, omega!Sanji, alpha!Reader, comfort, fluff, Sanji has a vagina, reader has a cock, heat sex, breeding, knotting, fingering, begging, praise, first kiss, getting together, virginity loss, happy ending
Word Count: 5,118
You’d joined the Strawhats shortly after Luffy first met Blackbeard. You’d met Nami at a bar, and got chatting. You were deceptive, not so well built at the time, for an alpha. She’d not realised, and when you mentioned it to her, she was pleasantly surprised. Chopper and Sanji found her there, and got talking with you too. Chopper, as someone without a secondary gender, was interested to talk to you about it. The alphas he knew so far - Zoro and Dalton - were both strong, muscular men, and he’d assumed it was the norm. You were still chatting with the young reindeer, him riding on your shoulders as you walked with the other two toward where their ship was, when Luffy came skidding in to greet you too. You looked at him for a long moment, taking him in, and knew what you needed to do.
“Room for one more?” You’d asked, and Luffy had readily, and excitedly agreed.
That was years ago now, and during the two years apart, you’d bulked up considerably to be closer to the alpha standard. You were still no Zoro, or Franky, but the difference between the day you left Sabaody and the day you returned was night and day.
Your gun sat on your hip, heavy, a gift from the men who’d helped to train you. A reminder of the experience of a lifetime that you’d had only two years to enjoy. You needed to find your crew though, your family, and you wanted to do so quickly. You had no doubt that the marines would start to close in, considering the rumours and whispers that you’d heard.
Everything, of course, went a little wrong because it always did when your crew was involved, but soon the Sunny was sinking below the waves and everything was going as it needed to.
You were still exploring the new changes to the Sunny, humming softly as you wandered her halls, running your fingertips along the wooden walls fondly. She’d been home for only a short time before separating with everyone, but it felt good to be back. Like a piece of you had been returned.
Gently, you pushed open a door to reveal the kitchen, with only Sanji inside preparing something. He spent so much time in the kitchen, and though cooking was his passion, you had to question how he didn’t get stir crazy. You were still humming softly, so Sanji glanced up and smiled at you briefly before returning to what he was doing and after a moment joined your song. It was one of Brook’s. You were careful not to bother Sanji, content to leave him to what he was doing, but you leaned up against a nearby counter to enjoy the quiet. Everyone else was still getting familiar with each other again, learning about their changes over the years apart, and doing it loudly. You preferred the quiet.
You turned to look at Sanji after a moment with slightly furrowed brows, looking down at the chicken he was coating and marinating, then back up at his face.
“Hey, did the okamas give you some sort of perfume?” You asked curiously, but you saw the moment Sanji’s face paled and his eyes widened.
“Why do you ask?” He questioned, rather than answering your question directly.
“You just smell different, and I don’t think it’s the meat.” You said. You shrugged, hoping to help him feel a little less defensive over whatever it was.
“I can’t smell it.” He replied, and you’d have believed him if he’d said it even a little bit convincingly.
“I just- listen if you want me to get outta here I will, but it smells like omega in here. Which isn’t a bad thing, you know I don’t roll like that. I’m just curious.” You said, speaking slowly, careful to look anywhere but at Sanji in case he became more defensive, and therefore aggressive.
“Fuck.” Sanji whispered, leaning heavily against the countertop, careful not to touch anywhere he shouldn’t with his spice coated fingers.
He stopped what he was doing so he could wash his hands, deciding that this conversation was clearly unavoidable. You let him move at his own pace, not wanting to push and pressure him about anything. But, he didn’t speak, for a long while, just stood at the sink scrubbing his hands until they turned pink.
“Hey, that’s not-” you said, stepping in behind Sanji to take his wrists in your hands, preventing him from hurting himself any further. Whatever you’d been thinking was immediately cut off though, his wrists held gently but not pulled apart to get them out of the water. You’d been distracted the moment you came into close proximity, because understanding dawned on you quickly, closer to his scent glands as you were.
“I thought you were a beta.” You mumbled once you recovered from your shock, and gently pried the rough sponge from his hands to set it aside, then turned off the tap and handed him a towel to dry them gently. Sanji cared so much for his hands, and yet there he was, wincing just slightly from how tender they’d become after the scrubbing. You didn’t dare to touch him again, not wanting to interfere or upset him more.
“You were meant to.” Sanji admitted in a whisper, like it was a confession of the highest order. You hummed, then nodded toward the dining table. Sanji didn’t move until you did, sitting opposite you there to have a difficult conversation.
“You know, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, Sanji. Nobody here would think less of you for who you are, you know that right?”
“I know. But I didn’t at the start, and then I’d been lying, and it was easier to maintain the lie.”
“Why change your mind now?”
“I’d forgotten. On Newkama I didn’t have access to suppressants and so I’ve spent the last two years just living as an omega. I’d honestly forgotten I should take suppressants, or at least apply scent blockers, before coming back to everyone.” He replied, voice still soft, hands trembling slightly in front of him. You reached to take them, gentle in your touch, slow in your movements to avoid causing any more unnecessary anxiety. There was a moment where nothing happened, just existing in the quiet together.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stress you out. Honestly, I was expecting this to be me teasing you about finding a mate while we were separated.” You admitted, laughing softly, which at least made Sanji smile.
“I wish. No, still very mateless. It would be a dream come true, but that’s not really in the cards for me. Not right now.” He said, and for a moment you didn’t see a man before you, you saw a small boy who’d clearly suffered in his life. A boy that needed to be tended and healed. But that wasn’t your job, that responsibility belonged to Sanji, because he needed to want to do that healing himself for it to succeed.
“Well, I won’t tell anyone, and I’ve got some scent blockers in my pack on my bunk I can lend you. This is your shit, your business - you tell everyone when you want to.” Sanji nodded, and you pulled your hands from his, leaving him there to think and recover from the emotional rollercoaster you’d accidentally sent him on.
For a while after that, you didn’t talk much with Sanji. The journey to Fishman Island wasn’t a short one, so you were incredibly trapped together on the ship, but you did it in hopes of making him feel more comfortable - after all, it seemed he was making the same effort to not be left alone with you. You hoped against hope that you hadn’t put an irreversable dent in the friendship you’d shared since the moment you’d met him.
It was an otherwise normal day when you learned what was actually going on.
You’d pushed the door to the boys room, only to find that it was locked. You paused, confused, then pressed your ear up against the wood to listen for what could be happening inside, but heard nothing.
“Hello? Why’s the door locked?” You asked, knocking on it softly, concern growing quickly. Nobody locked the doors around here, you’d walked in on so many people shitting, or jerking off. Nobody locked doors. So why was someone locked inside the boys room? Nobody could get on board that wasn’t meant to be there, so it had to be a member of the crew.
You were about to break down the door yourself when you heard a soft whimper, and you knew immediately who was there. The only male omega on board.
“Sanji..” you mumbled with a sigh, resting your forehead against the door. Scent blockers could stop the others identifying him, but they couldn’t prevent a heat - they weren’t suppressants. You didn’t notice that Sanji had realised you were there until you heard the sound of him slumping against the door.
“Go away.” He said, but the aggression you were sure he’d tried to summon just wasn’t there.
“Let me get Chopper, he can-”
“No! Don’t tell anyone.” He protested, followed by another whimper. You did your best to focus on the situation and not how good he sounded.
“They’re going to find out. You can’t stay locked in there and pretend everything is okay.” You replied, trying the door handle again, but of course he hadn’t unlocked it.
“Stop it! I don’t need an alpha. I’ve never needed an alpha. Stop trying so hard to be nice.” But the sound that followed that wasn’t a whimper, it was a quiet sob.
“Sanji. That’s not what I’m trying to do - I’m just trying to help. We’re crewmates, friends. This is what friends do for each other, I know you know that.” You slowly lowered down to kneel on the other side of the door, then turned around, back pressed against it. You could do this, you could be totally normal about having a conversation with Sanji, who was in heat, from the other side of the bedroom door, while his scent slowly leaked out and made you hard.
“I don’t-” Sanji cut himself off, rethinking what he wanted to say. Neither of you commented on the slick noises coming from the room, a sign that he’d begun fingering himself.
“It’s okay. I care about you, Sanji. I just want you to be okay.”
On the other side of the door, Sanji fingered himself roughly as he listened to your voice, your pillow pressed up close to his face so he could take in your scent, though with you so close he hardly needed it anymore.
“I know. I’m sorry-” Sanji’s words were cut by a moan, “it’s just new. I’m the first one of us to- hn- have a heat on board.” And after a moment of consideration, you realised he was right. Zoro and Franky were alphas, Brook, Luffy, Ussop and Nami were betas, and Robin was very regimented with her heat suppressants. Chopper was too young, and of course you were also an alpha.
“Nobody is going to judge you, Sanji. I need you to hear that and believe me.” You said emphatically, even as your hand trailed down your body to rest over your aching cock, straining against your trousers and starting to leave a small damp spot there.
“You- I can smell you.” Sanji mumbled, and his voice had changed. He’d been having a normal, if emotionally strained, conversation with you before that moment, but when he mentioned your scent, he sounded utterly wrecked. You heard the slick sound of his moving fingers louder than before, scent growing stronger over time.
“I’m sorry. I’ll go, let you have some privacy.” You took a deep breath and pushed yourself to stand, but Sanji’s desperate whine made you stop in your tracks. You stepped away from the door, but turned to look at it, waiting for you weren’t sure what. Then, you heard the scrambling of Sanji pulling himself up on shaky legs, and unlocking the door to let you in.
The door opened quickly, revealing Sanji. He was still wearing his clothes, though his shirt was unbuttoned to show off his pale, hairless chest and his trousers were pushed down so he could get to his hole, showing off his glistening thighs, wet with his own slick. The smell hit you like a freight train, and you had to close your eyes as you waited for the wave of need to pass over you.
“Don’t go. Pl- please. Please please please.” He whimpered, slumping hard against the doorframe. You realised with a deep, shuddering breath that Sanji was still fingering himself, legs visibly shaking just enough to drive you wild.
“You don’t know what you’re saying, Sanji.”
“I do. I want you. Wanted you for ages. Was just scared.” He said, pushing himself back upright in an attempt to approach you, but he stumbled. Of course, you were there to catch him, and you stood no hope with him that close, hot and wet with sweat, reeking of his heat. The smell was intoxicating.
“Sanji. Sunshine. This is the heat, don’t throw yourself at me like that. I don’t want to do something you’ll regret later.” You soothed, careful to keep your head up, not to get too close to his scent gland. If you did, you’d be in some serious trouble.
“You don’t- you don’t get it. This is for you. It’s your stupid fault. My heat.. it’s early.” Sanji muttered, shoving his face into your chest, aiming to get closer to your scent glands, to take in your scent.
You carefully lifted Sanji with hands around his upper thighs, then carried him into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind you. There was no reason for anyone else to see him like this.
“What?” You asked, pulling back just enough to look at him. Sanji whined, unhappy to be pulled away. He was quickly distracted, realising in his new position that he could grind down onto your thigh for pleasure, whimpering, fingers gripping your shirt like it was his last lifeline.
“Wanted you for ages. Please- ah- please. When we talked the other day. And you were so nice. It just. Did something to me, I’m sorry. Just need you.” He finished his explanation, looking up at you with slightly glassy eyes, likely from the combination of need and embarassment, and all you could do was lean down to softly kiss him. It was only a peck but you felt the way it made his hips stutter.
“Don’t be sorry, it’s alright. I always thought you were pretty, baby. Come on. Let me help you feel better.” You softly said, lifting him up to gently set him down onto your bunk. You realised as you set him down that it was messier than you’d left it that morning, and there was a small damp spot on your pillow. He’d already been there. Using it to pick up your scent as he touched himself.
You couldn’t stop the urge to growl, the rumbling starting deep in your chest and working its way out, which only made Sanji spread his legs to accomodate you between them.
“Alpha..” he whined, and that was all you needed. You ripped off your shirt and kicked your trousers off, pulling down your underwear just far enough to pull your cock out. Sanji looked down at your cock, and you watched a gush of slick pour from him in response.
“See that? That’s all for you baby.” You said with a small smirk, slowly stroking your hand over your length. Sanji’s eyes followed a drop of precum as it dripped from your cock and ran down your shaft, hungry for you, distracted by the vision of you naked. You leaned forward, making his eyes snap back up to your face, and slowly dragged the tip of your cock through his folds.
“Don’t tease- please. Want to feel you inside me alpha.” Sanji whined, bucking his hips up as if that would guide you inside him.
“Needy omega. It’s okay, don’t worry, I’m right here.” You soothed, pressing a kiss to his slightly damp temple as you began to slowly ease your cock inside him. You’d considered spending time prepping him, but as expected, he didn’t seem to need it. He was soaked, and had already been fingering himself, subconciously to prepare himself to take a cock. The moan Sanji let out as your tip sheathed inside him was borderline pornographic, and if you were a lesser man you’d have cum then and there - but you were better than that.
You continued to push into Sanji, painstakingly slow, savouring the feel of every inch of his pretty omega pussy. Another day you’d take your time taking Sanji apart piece by piece with your fingers, and your tongue, but today he needed to be full and you could provide that for him. Sanji’s arms wrapped around your neck, partly to keep you close and in part to grip onto you tightly, grounding himself as best as he could while his mind ran away from him with the pleasure of feeling you.
“More. Need you- please alpha.. pleasepleaseplease- ah!” Sanji begged, moans cutting him off. Even as he begged for more, he acted as if he were oversensitive from the pleasure. But, you weren’t about to deny an omega in heat what they wanted, especially not Sanji, he deserved to be thoroughly pampered. So, right as he caved to desperate pleading, you slammed home, sheathing every inch of your cock inside his tight warmth.
You waited for a moment, allowing him to adjust the feeling, and admiring the look of bliss on his face. But it wasn’t long before he was grinding against you, heels digging into your ass cheeks, whining for more once again. He was utterly insatiable, and of course you’d expect nothing less from an omega in heat, but your alpha instincts preened at being needed. You followed as he asked, and slowly began to rock your hips, pulling out half way only to slam back home again. You moved slowly, but not gently, you knew he wouldn’t accept that. You knew Sanji too well to give him anything else. Though, your restraint was running thin and so it didn’t take long for you to begin to speed up, eager to find your own pleasure along with his.
“Ah- feels so good! Putain! So big-” he whined mindlessly, legs tightening around your waist, as if you were intending to stop, “yesyesyes- there alpha, please, more!” You chuckled, the sound airier than usual given the physical demands of slamming into him as you were, relentless and unfaltering. He was so sweet now that he was impaled on your cock, like he was never ashamed of his secondary gender at all, embracing his baser instincts without a care for who could hear him.
“That’s it omega. Let me hear you, tell me how good you feel.” You encouraged, licking a path up his neck and to his jaw, nipping his pale skin softly.
“So good, sososo good, ngh- only ever wanted you alpha. Saved myself- just for you.. just- only for you.” He confessed. Out of sheer shock, you paused your movements to look at Sanji hard in the face. When he whined and clenched down around you, attempting to encourage you to keep going, you took his face in hand, grip firm but not tight.
“Say that again, baby.”
“Saved my pussy for you alpha.” He repeated, the look in his eyes distant, and for a moment you weren’t even sure he’d remember his confession.
“Were you a pretty little virgin until today, pretty omega?” You cooed, starting your rough pace up again, not attempting to ease him into it. You couldn’t be expected to show any further restraint after discovering that little tidbit.
“Yes! Just for you. Never wanted- anyone else- ah! Only you alpha.” He said, nodding his head quickly. You leaned in to kiss Sanji desperately, using that as a distraction from the desire to bite, claim, mate. There was a lot you were willing to do to help ease his heat, but you certainly would not mark him until he was fully back in his right mind. You wouldn’t bind him to you and risk that he regret it after.
What you could do, however, was fill him with your seed.
“You’ve been so good for me, baby. What do you want,” you paused then, aware you’d get no real response other than moans, “awh, do you want- my knot, baby? You want to feel my seed- ngh.. deep inside you, filling up your little hole?” You teased, though you could feel your orgasm drawing ever nearer. Sanji nodded eagerly, fingers clawing down your back to leave red tracks in their wake, hole clenching and fluttering around you. You wondered if, on a normal day, you could’ve made him cum before you. Whether his heat’s need for a knot overruled his pleasure. Or, maybe you just needed to learn his body better; you’d happily spend days learning Sanji’s body to bring him more pleasure. He was unable to give you a verbal response, though he tried valiantly, so you took pity on him.
Your hand slipped down between the two of you while the other held you up above Sanji, and took his small cock in hand, stroking it in time with your thrusts just to drive him wild. You felt his walls tighten around you like a vice, knot quickly growing as the pleasure in your gut grew, like a knot, building and building. Hearing Sanji moan your name was the final straw, and with a last thrust your knot pushed into his hole and locked you together. Cum shot from your cock, coating Sanji’s walls, and with just one more stroke of your hand he was cumming too, over your hand and both your chests. He panted and whined, walls fluttering around you each time more of your seed pumped into him. Your eyes trailed over his body, down to his flat stomach. Your fingers traced over where his womb would be, then pressed down just to hear him whimper. You could picture him all swollen with cum, and then with pups. Your pups, if you had anything to say about it.
That was the first of many rounds that day, with Robin stopping by at one point during one of your breaks to bring a small tray of snacks. She knew well what Sanji was experiencing, and wanted to help pamper him as he so often did her and Nami. Nobody else stopped by, not even once, for the several days you were cooped up in there. By the time that Sanji’s heat had subsided, the ship had arrived at Fishman Island only minutes before. Thankfully, you’d chosen to sleep off the last of it, wrapped in each other’s arms.
When you woke, everyone was happy to give space for you to carry Sanji through to the bathroom so you could both clean up, ridding yourselves of the scents of heat and sex and cum. Throughout it, Sanji was oddly quiet, but you chose not to comment. After all, it was his first heat with a partner, and you’d taken his virginity. You mumbled soft praises against his skin, soothing his aching muscles with sure hands and mild vanilla scented soap. You helped him dry off, and kissed him softly again when you separated so you could brush your teeth.
“You don’t have to keep doing that.” Sanji mumbled from across the room, leaned against the wall beside the radiator to keep warm.
“Doing what?”
“Being affectionate. I get it but I’m not fragile.” He said, bite in his voice that you weren’t sure you’d ever heard him direct at you.
“I mean, if you don’t want me to be affectionate that’s fine. My bad, I know now.” You said as casually as you could manage, though it hurt your feelings just a little. If that wasn’t Sanji’s thing, then you’d adjust, you supposed.
“That’s not what- I mean you can stop. My heat is over, I’m not going to break if we go back to normal.” He said, throwing his arms out for emphasis. You paused, toothbrush hanging loosely from your mouth, foam slowly trickling down the handle. Then, like you’d had an ephiphany, understanding fell into place.
“Oh my seas- Sanji. Stop that, right now,” you spat out the toothpaste in your mouth and set your brush on the side of the sink to close the space between you, gripping Sanji’s shoulders, “stop assuming things about me without asking.” You said firmly, and though he attempted to remain stoic, you could see how you looming over him and speaking in a stern tone affected him.
“What?” He asked, though already the bite in his words was fading away, giving way to the insecurity you’d known was underneath it.
“I’m not just going to abandon you. I didn’t help you with your heat for days, and take your virginity, just to be nice. When I knotted you over and over, promising to pump you full of my pups, calling you my pretty little omega - none of that was for show. If the things you said were all heat induced then damn, you managed to fool me, but I could get over that. But don’t push me away because you’ve mentally put words in my mouth.” You stood still for a moment, looking hard at Sanji before you stepped away, giving him space again.
You’d intended to go back to the sink and finish brushing your teeth, but the feel of smaller, soft hands gripping your shirt prevented you from going far.
“I meant it. All of it. I waited for you.” He said, voice hardly a whisper.
“If this is because I didn’t bite you - of course I didn’t. We hardly had a proper conversation before I was inside you. I wasn’t going to bite and mate you mid-heat when you could barely speak a full sentence, and I couldn’t be sure you knew what you were agreeing to.” You explained, turning back to pull Sanji into a gentle embrace.
“So you would mate me?”
“I’d do it right now, sunshine.” You said. Sanji pressed his face further into your chest, and you allowed a deep rumble to resonate in your chest, allowing the omega in your arms to relax.
“Not right now. But eventually.” Sanji said after a moment, and you nodded, kissing his head.
“Eventually, I can do that baby.” You agreed. Sanji gently pulled from your arms, and so you picked your toothbrush back up to finish brushing your teeth, while Sanji stepped in at your side and joined you to do the same.
You finished getting ready together to face the crew, and at some point Sanji took your head and refused to let go - not that you were complaining. After everything that had already gone on between you since reuniting, though, you were starting to feel like you had whiplash.
“Just to be clear - mates eventually. Does that make us boyfriends?” You asked, right before Sanji could push open the door to the main deck.
“I hate that, it sounds so childish. I’d prefer partners.” Sanji said, and you pulled him in for a deep kiss, overwhelmed suddenly with the need to do so. Sanji melted into the embrace, arms wrapping loosely around your neck out of instinct, fingers slowly inching upward toward your hair.
When the door opened to reveal Nami and Ussop on the other side, looking at you both with raised brows, Sanji attempted to pull away. You didn’t let him though, keeping him close with arms wrapped tightly around his waist and a playful growl. There was a single moment where you doubted your choice, then Sanji began to laugh. It was a beautiful sound, unlike the laughs you’d heard from him before, and it made your stomach swoop and twist with affection for the cook. Nami and Ussop looked equally surprised when you looked back at them, but then your attention was drawn right back to your lover in your arms.
“Brute.” He accused, but the accusation held no water when you could hear the smile in his voice as well as see it on his face.
“Your brute.” You replied with a wink, and finally released Sanji to stand on his own, though your hands quickly found each others again, fingers laced together without a second of hesitation.
“Congratulations.” Robin said as you stepped out onto the deck together, a warm smile and knowing twinkle in her eyes.
“You next.” You said, wiggling your eyebrows at her, just to see the pink rise in her cheeks.
“Maybe.” She conceeded, looking down at her hands in her lap, then back at you. You and Robin had always been close, given how close together you’d joined the crew, and given the fact that you didn’t experience her behaviour in Alabasta first hand. Ussop glanced around cluelessly, then narrowed his eyes at you, but he didn’t speak.
“So you were lying to us.” Zoro’s voice came next, cutting through the easy atmosphere that had settled over the crew.
“I..” Sanji floundered there, flustered by the accusation. He’d been so concerned about what was happening between the two of you that he’d temporarily forgotten that he’d have to face that choice too.
“His secondary sex was nobody’s business but his own. He handled it, until recently, and that was because he’d been off suppressants and stuff for two years. Cut the man some slack. I don’t know about you guys, but I never even asked for clarification. A lie of omission.” You cut in, gently squeezing Sanji’s hand to comfort him.
“And now that you know he’s an omega, you speak for him?” Zoro asked you.
“Now that he’s my omega, I’m happy to step in when he can’t find his words, and defend him if I believe it necessary.” You returned, single brow raised. You maintained eye contact with Zoro for quite possibly the longest minute of your life, until he was the one to look away, eyes drawn to Luffy.
“I’m just glad we have Sanji back,” Luffy declared with his trademark grin, “I’m hungry.” And just like that, the tension was chased away. Things weren’t back to normal, but you’d never wish for that again, not given how much you’d gained by them changing.
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Summary: You call Choso while you’re walking home, and he doesn’t want to abandon you to walk alone.. but you interrupted his alone time. The solution? Well, he’ll just have to do both
Tags/Warnings: Choso/GN!Reader, pervert!Choso, roommate!reader, dubious consent, masturbation, phone call, reader doesn’t know he’s masturbating, voice kink, Choso is noisy, mentioned (future) underwear stealing
Word Count: 1,247
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It was late, dark out. You were just getting off work and needed to walk back to campus from your workplace, then across campus to get to your apartment that you shared with your roommate, Choso. He was a good roommate, and a good friend, which is why you didn’t hesitate to call without texting ahead.
“Hello?” Choso answered, voice slightly breathy.
“Shit, sorry Cho. You sound like you were asleep. I’m just walking home from work and was hoping you’d keep me company?” You asked softly, already feeling more comfortable on your walk knowing you had someone on the other end of the phone to know if something went wrong.
“Uh y-yeah. Okay.” He agreed softly. What you weren't aware of, was that Choso had not in fact been asleep. Instead, he'd been slowly stroking his cock. He knew that he should stop now that he was keeping you company while you walked home, but he just couldn't bring himself to stop. Not when you sounded like that. Which was to say, you just sounded like yourself.
“You okay?” He heard you ask, and it took a moment for him to process and respond.
“Yeah, just.. woke up. Like you said.” It was so wrong for him to lie, so dirty to keep slowly stroking his length with the precum from his leaky cock easing the way. Choso had never claimed to be a saint. If anything, he was a bit of a pervert, and it would be far from the first time that he'd jerked off just listening to your voice.
“Talk to me about your day.” He prompted after a moment, biting down on his lip to muffle his soft panting as his wrist twisted on the downstroke, moving almost painfully slowly, just to drag out his pleasure. The sound of your voice filled the call and it was easy for him to get lost in it, like it was surrounding him, the only thing reaching his ears. He quickly put you on speaker phone to free his other hand, if only to use that hand to cover his mouth so his soft panting and occasional whine wouldn't reach your ears.
Choso had always been the needy type. The type that moaned instead of groaning, the type who whined and writhed even under his own touch, the type to cry when everything got to be a little much.
“Oh, Choso, I need you to do me a favour if you can?” Was the next sentence of yours that he processed, and it took biting down on his fist to muffle the moan that punched out of him. Just hearing those words was intoxicating. ‘I need you’.
“S-sorry could you.. repeat that? I didn't catch it over the background noise.” He poorly lied, but you didn't seem to catch it, more focused on getting home quickly.
“I need you to do me a favour.” You repeated, and Choso felt as his cock twitched in his fist, painfully hard. He could listen to you say that all day.
“Sure. What.. what favour?” He asked, just so you wouldn't realise how distracted he was. Besides, he needed to hear you talk more. Needed to hear your voice as his strokes started to speed up, knowing you'd be quickly approaching your shared apartment, and he needed to finish before you got back.
“Was hoping you could do my laundry for me tomorrow? I desperately need fresh clothes but I've got a double shift tomorrow so I'm not gonna have time.” You explained, and Choso had to shove his fist back into his mouth to avoid making a sound at the thought of touching your dirty laundry, your underwear in particular. “I'll owe you one, obviously.” You quickly added, and Choso realised he must've been quiet for too long.
“Of course I can. What are.. roommates for?” He agreed, only too happy to assist with that task. If anything, he was looking forward to it. His own laundry was beyond overdue but he'd happily do yours first, if only to borrow a pair of your underwear.. just for a little while.
“Thanks for this, Choso. You're a lifesaver. I hate walking home in the dark.” You said after a moment, struggling for things to say. You'd already told Choso about most of your day.
“You can do it every.. every time if you want. I don't mind.” Choso replied, and you couldn't help smiling. He really was the best roommate you could ask for.
“I might take you up on that. Thanks.” There was a moment of silence and a gasp from the other end of the line, but you wrote that off. Choso was a clumsy person, you wouldn't be surprised if he'd hit his elbow or something. He was prone to that.
“Is your.. is your manager still being an ass?” Choso prompted a moment later, and the knowledge that he listened enough to remember that tidbit made your chest warm. Choso covered his mouth with his hand as he stroked himself hard and fast. He loved your voice all the time but something about hearing you frustrated was even better. He was making a mess over himself even before cumming, clear, sticky pre coating his palm and stomach. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he edged closer and closer to his orgasm- and then the call cut.
“Fuck- nonono-” Choso whined with frustration, still furiously stroking his cock but without your voice there to listen to his orgasm quickly ebbed away from reach. He moved as if to call you back, distantly aware that the call ending could be a bad sign, when he heard your voice in person.
“I'm home, Choso! Call cut when I got in the building.” Your voice called, and with renewed desperation he started quickly rutting up into his tight fist, imagining you panting and sweaty from climbing the stairs to their apartment.
“We- welcome home!” He called back, praying you wouldn't hear the slight rasp in his voice, or his soft panting through the thin apartment walls. He'd never figured out just how much you could hear from his room. There was a brief moment where you said nothing else, and Choso was sure he wouldn't get to cum that night.
“You eaten yet?” Your voice then asked, much closer this time. Right outside his door.
“No,” he admitted reluctantly stopping the movement of his hand so you wouldn't catch him, “you want to order something?” And that was enough to get you talking again. You blessedly remained outside as you discussed the pros and cons of ordering from different types of fast food places, but all Choso could focus on was your voice guiding him unintentionally towards his release.
When it hit, it caught him almost by surprise. It wasn't until the last moment that he caught himself and slammed a hand over his mouth, spurting long streaks of white over his stomach and even up to the t-shirt he'd pulled up out of the way.
“Does that sound good?” You asked, and for a terrifying moment, Choso thought you may have realised what he was doing. But when no further comment came, he realised instead you must be talking about dinner.
“Whatever.. you want. You had a long day.” He said, like the good roommate he was. You laughed softly and nodded even if he couldn't see.
“Pizza it is then.” Choso would definitely be doing that again.
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Synopsis: On a rare day off from your responsibilities, you and Gris head out for the day, and end up snowed in at a rental property. So, of course, there's only one way to spend your afternoon
Tags/Warnings: Gris/GN!Reader, AFAB!Reader, size difference, cream pie, praise, gentle sex, missionary
Word Count: 1375
For prompt "snowed in" from my Winter Request Event
Well, this wasn’t really what you’d been expecting when you’d gone out together. Days off were rare, astronomically slow, so when you both truly had free time, you’d head out of base so that couldn’t change, and find something to do. You loved the other cleaners, really you did, but sometimes you just wanted to spend time with your boyfriend.
So, when you found a place to rent for the day to just sit in and cuddle and watch a little bit of TV, ending up stranded because of a snowstorm was the last thing you’d expected. Or wanted, even, because you did prefer to be at HQ if you could help it. Thankfully, the weather didn’t interfere with your chokers so it was easy enough to let Seimu know what had happened, and promise to keep her updated should that be necessary.
At first, your afternoon had continued as expected. You continued spending time together, ate the food you’d bought before getting to the house, and watched TV until the signal cut because of the storm. Really, who could blame either of you when cuddling without any real entertainment turned into wandering hands - especially when Gris looks like that. You were fairly sure nobody could. Again.. he looks like that. You’d had sex before, but it really didn’t happen all that often. Between both of you being busy with Cleaner work, and Gris’ reluctance around quickies because he preferred to take his time (because what was the point in having sex if he couldn’t make you feel good properly).. you just didn’t have a lot of time for sex. But now you were alone and unable to be interrupted, the perfect recipe to spend the rest of your time stuck in the properly exploring each others bodies until you couldn’t anymore.
Gris was a man who liked to worship you. His hands always soft, reverant really, as they ghosted over your skin as if mapping your body out all over again, making sure it was in the same state as he’d left it last time - which was to say, perfect, regardless of what you considered your flaws. He thought you were perfect, no matter what. His lips would follow in their wake, kissing each and every mole, freckle, stretch mark or blemish he found, because if you were going to give him the gift of allowing him to see your body then he’d thank you properly for that each and every time. He’d never forget how blessed he was to have the privilege of seeing you bare and open for him.
His fingers moved slowly as he worked you open, coated in your own saliva and moving one at a time to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you. Never would Gris want to hurt you when he was supposed to be pleasuring you. Even the times you’d asked for it - it just wasn’t something he was willing to do. Sex was about mind-numbing pleasure, not pain, even if you claimed to enjoy it. He wouldn’t risk the pain being too much, so he did none at all - and when he made you cum so hard without so much as laying a finger on your throat to choke you, who were you to complain?
Gris’s fingers were thick, thicker than any man you’d been with before him, so just having three pressed inside your walls and gently working you open was a lot. More than any man before. Every inch of him was so much more than any other man you’d even looked at, including his personality. You’d never be able to want anyone else again, because none of them would be able to compare to him, nevermind compete. His cock was even thicker, had been so intimidating the first time you’d had sex, and even now it was no small task to work him all the way inside you. More than once you’d had to settle for half, and Gris had never once complained about it, had only praised you and thanked you for letting him have anything at all. But today? Today you were going to take your time and make sure you fit every inch of his thick, throbbing cock inside you, no matter how long that took.
It helped that his favourite position was missionary, he liked to be able to see the look on your face as you stretched around his length, the way your eyes would roll back as stuttered breaths escaped you bit by bit, practically forced out of you like he was carving a home inside your body for himself.
“That’s it.” He murmured against your temple, pressing a gentle kiss there as he rocked his hips gently - he was so close to bottoming out, pulling back out just to slowly inch back inside again, one hand wrapped around your hip and rubbing soothing circles there with his thumb while the other pressed into the sofa beside your head to hold him up over your body. “Doin’ so well, darling.” He added after a moment, followed by another gentle kiss.
Finally, he was all the way inside you, his tip kissing your cervix. He hardly fit, you were sure you’d never adjust to it, but that was how you liked it. When he pulled back slowly, only to rock back inside you, you could see the way your stomach slightly bulged. There was nothing like it.
“Gris..” you softly moaned, back arching from the soft and gentle way he ruined you, hands all over your body, lips anywhere he could reach. Gentle, open mouthed, slightly wet kisses pressed to your skin so that when his breath fanned over it, goosebumps raised over your skin. You weren’t even sure he did it on purpose, he was just so inintentionally sexy, everything about him drove you wild.
“Taking me so well. You feel so good.” He murmured, another kiss pressed to your jaw just below your ear, which made you shiver. He worked his way down your neck, until he reached your collarbone. He sped up his thrusts slightly, sucking a light hickey onto the skin he’d found, knowing it’d be hidden by your uniform just about, leaving it for his eyes only. The way he liked it.
“More. Please.” Came your next words, more breath than sound but he seemed to understand you anyway. Rather fully thrusting into you, he took to grinding his hips, tip pressing perfectly into your gspot as the hand around your hip shifted slightly until he was rubbing slow circles around your clit.
Under his hands, you were utterly powerless to do anything but bend and mould to the plesaure he gave you, letting him expertly guide your body. He always seemed to know just how to touch you, even if you yourself weren’t sure how you wanted to be touched. It was easy between the two of you the way it always had been, ever since the beginning.
“You going to cum for me, darling? Go ahead. Let me hear it.” He encouraged, licking over the hickey he’d left on your collarbone as he grinded into you. He was a perfect multitasker somehow, never halting or stuttering as he focused entirely on your pleasure and making sure that you felt good. It didn’t take long for you to do exactly as he asked, soaking his dick as he continued grinding into you, working you through your orgasm until you were trembling.
“What about you?” You asked on a breath, his cock still throbbing inside you.
“Don’t worry about me. Just wanted to make you feel good.”
You rolled your hips anyway, grinding down onto him despite your own oversensitivity. Gris’s responding groan was only encouragement to keep going, even as he murmured for you to stop or slow down. You wanted to make him feel good too, the way he always did for you.
Then it happened. Entirely unexpected, without real warning, he came with a broken moan. Your eyes widened, as did his, and he buried his face in your neck to hide from the humiliation of what had happened. You’d barely even moved, and yet he’d filled you up like a teenager having sex for the first time.
“Gris..”
“Don’t.”
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